Story till now: In the year 2099 the metropolis of Climax City has become one of the most violent and corrupt cities in the world, were the super rich and super poor live mere miles from each other, but are in entirely different worlds. Tommy Gunn, a 19 year old bully, is returning home after a long day fucking someone else's girlfriend and witnesses an unusual event. Two young woman fighting and fucking each other on a train in an abandoned part of the city, who are each coached by two older beautiful women. Tommy then fights, beats, fucks, and interrogates one of the girls and learns of the Secret Sex-Fight Society, a secret group of super wealthy citizens who sponsor younger men and woman to fight and fuck for their amusement. Tommy finds the idea thrilling, and promptly kidnaps one of the girls, Bunny, to learn more about the society.
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Tommy Gunn: 19. The protagonist of this story. A cocky and arrogant young man. Incredibly handsome and confident. Swimmer's body, six-pack abs, blue eyes, black hair.
Lucinda Gunn: 45. Tommy's moderately wealthy mother. World famous ex-pornstar and true nympho. Tall, Curvaceous, large tits, tan skin, long curly brown hair
Lucy Lockhart: 25. Tommy's former babysitter and current police office. Short red hair, big green eyes, freckles, nice tits, big ass. Easily bullied into sex and demeaning situations.
Ciara Chocolate: 35. A mysterious woman with great wealth and influence in Climax City. Milk-chocolate skin, tall, Amazonian, large breasts, short sleek brown hair, many ear piercings, perfect ass. Likes to wear very expensive, very sexy clothes.
Fook Mee and Fook Yu: 25. Identical twins. Chauffers, bodyguards, cooks, maids, concubines. Asian, thin, perky tits, very serious faces.
Bunny: 19. A former child actress. Five feet high, cute and sexy, long blonde hair in pigtails, big blue eyes, firm little tits and a bubbly heart-shaped butt. Dresses like a slutty school girl.
Arianna Leblanc: 38: Another mysterious and powerful woman, vey similar in manner to Ciara. Milky white skin, golden blonde hair, cruel beauty, tall and strong. Also wears expensive, revealing clothes.
Araña: 21. Mercenary's daughter, a violent girl. Hispanic, light brown skin, lithe muscular body, smallish firm tits, spider tattoos over her nipples, spider tramp stamp. Her left eye is missing and she wears a leather eye-patch with a spider on it.
Trayshawn Marshall. 19. Tommy's friend from high school. Black, good looking, athletic, and remarkably sane compared to everyone else in this story.
Elizabeth Strokesworth: 30s. An English sex-fighter and secretary for Ciara Chocolate. Tall, black hair usually tied up in a bun. Nice tits.
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Bunny woke up with a very sore cunt, which was not surprising, considering how hard she had gotten the shit fucked out of her last night. Before even opening her eyes, her hand glided down to her soft, swollen cunt, and she gasped loudly just from her fingers grazing over her tender lips. She tried to remember everything that had happened the night before, but she was ditzy enough even without being totally fucked up. Her manager, the beautiful Amazonian Ciara Chocolate had led her to an old, rusty train. Bunny was going there for a match, an underground mixed-martial arts fight with a girl named Araña . . . the Spider.
Araña won. Bunny had been doing alright at first, but Araña rallied easily and destroyed her. Araña stripped her naked, stretched her body to the point of breaking in her human Spider's Web, and then she fucked Bunny to the point of unconsciousness. After that, the ditzy little blonde slut could remember nothing.
She knew what losing meant though. It meant that Ciara Chocolate was done with her. She didn't keep fighters who lost three matches in a row, which Bunny just had. First to a rookie named Sandi Spitfire, then to the undefeated champion Mandingo, and finally to her old rival Araña. Now Bunny was out of a job, because underground fighting was her job; she was homeless, because she was living with Ciara; and she was broke; because she was too stupid and short sighted to save any of the money she made.
In short, she was fucked.
Also, she had no idea where the fuck she was. The bed she was in wasn't one she recognized. It was big and soft but stank of sex, as did the room she was in. The walls were plastered with sports posters on nude pinups. The floor was covered with discarded jeans and t-shirts, and one whole corner was taken over by a mini weight lifting. It was obviously a boy's room, and one she had never been in before.
The worst idea came to Bunny's head: she had been kidnapped. She had been kidnapped and raped. After Araña knocked her out Ciara must have just left her there, naked and unconscious on the train for anyone to pick up and carry home. Her little tits started to jiggle with her rapid heartbeat.
Despite how painful it was she probed her vagina. There was no semen in it, nor in her ass or hair, and her mouth didn't taste like cum, a taste she was very familiar with. That didn't mean she hadn't been raped. He could have been wearing a condom, if nothing else but to protect himself. He must have thought she was diseased, being found the way she was. He would still rape her though, Bunny was sure. She was too cute and sexy not to be raped.
Bunny found a heavy wooden baseball bat in the room. Picking it up she made a simple resolution: her rapist was going to die. Murdering him was simply the polite thing to do.
Naked but armed, she left the room and started creeping through the house. It was dark out, which meant that she had probably been knocked out all day. Plenty of time for this fat loser (she imagined) to rape her repeatedly.
The house was much nicer than his room had indicated. It was big and sprawling, with nice furniture and art. In fact, his bedroom seemed to be the only crappy part of the house, and was tucked away behind the laundry room like it was something embarrassing. That must have been his rape room.
As Bunny climbed up a flight of stairs on her naked feet she could hear the heated sounds of hard, animalistic sex reaching its climax. Someone nearby was fucking. Assuming it had to be her rapist with another victim.
There was a bedroom at the top of the stairs, the only light in the house coming from inside. She peeked inside, baseball bate at the ready, and saw a very large, very well decorated room that smelled of expensive carpet cleaner and lots of hot, sweaty sex. Bunny's mouth dropped in awe as she saw what was going on inside. Two of the hottest, sexiest people she had ever seen were engaging in the hardest, loudest, most back-breaking sex she had ever seen, with the exception of the time she was fucked by the sex-fighter champion Mandingo. The woman on the bed was lying on her stomach with her huge, fat tits pillowing her upper body as her ass stuck up in the air. She was biting the sheets so hard she was ripping them apart, and Bunny couldn't blame her. The stud fucking her from behind was going at her pussy like a jackhammer, his muscular young black body was glistening beautifully with sweat. She was white, but tan, in her mid 40s, with long curly brown hair and the some of the most lewd curves Bunny had ever seen. The man was much younger, 20s maybe, black as pitch, and judging from the length and power of his strokes was hung like a donkey.
"FUCK! SHIT! FUCK!" the woman grunted as she ripped apart her expensive cotton sheets. "Holy shit you've got a big fucking cock!"
"Best fucking pussy I've ever had," he grunted, sweating so much he looked to be on the verge of collapsing. "Gonna rip you open white ho! Gonna ruin yo pussy!"
She laughed, a big, boisterous, sexy laugh. "I'll break you fucking cock first, nigger! FUCK ME! HARDER!"
But he couldn't go any harder, the look on his exhausted face showed that he was at the end of his physical ability, and this woman still demanded more from him. She must have been insatiable, experienced, and a complete, master-slut.
"I said . . . FUCK . . . ME . . . HARDER!"
His strong face looked ready to cry. "Oh god . . . I can't . . . I'm gonna bust!"
"What?" the woman cried angrily. "Already? We've only been going at it for four hours?"
